Chapter 684: The Miyano Sisters' Cognition Has Been Modified
Hanyu Kusunoki pinched his chin, thinking.
"System, strengthen the third option."
"Ding, strengthening successful!"
There is nothing special about the three options. The first one, "Super Reasoning Lens", is very suitable for the world of Detective Conan, but he has no interest in being a detective, so he passes it for now.
The second one was directly passed.
The "Combat Power Index Analyzer" might be very powerful in other worlds, but it was really useless to him. No one needed him to check the combat power, let alone any combat prompts.
It was killed in one second. Nothing much to say.
Then there is only the third option.
Hanyu Nan waved his hand, and a pair of old-fashioned glasses with silver wire frames flew out of the study drawer and landed in his palm. The lenses glowed with a strange blue light in the sun, and there were tiny words engraved on the temples -
[Animation is the emotion that is farthest from understanding].
"Sure enough, he is the most impressive villain..." After playing with it in his hands for a while, Hanyu Kusunoki put the silver-wire glasses on his nose, and a strange blue light flashed through the lenses.
"Find someone to test it..."
With a smirk on his face, he tiptoed towards the kitchen.
Mingmei was standing in front of the kitchen counter processing fresh shrimps, humming a song as she picked out the shrimp threads one by one. In the rice cooker next to her, rice was being steamed with purified spring water and spiritual rice.
When Hanyu Kusunoki put his arms around her slender waist from behind, the little maid just let out a soft "ah".
"Master Hanyu, stop messing around~" Mingmei shook her shoulders without looking back, and used a kitchen knife to accurately split the shrimp back, "I'm processing seafood."
Hanyu Nan lowered his head and kissed the back of her neck, his fingers deftly untying the apron ties: "It just so happens that I am also dealing with "seafood"."
Mingmei's hands shook, and the shrimps she was processing fell back into the ice bowl with a plop.
She turned around and wanted to say something, but was dazed for a moment when she saw the glasses. The pair of eyes behind the lenses seemed like a bottomless pool, causing her to unconsciously loosen her hand holding the kitchen knife.
"Master Hanyu is wearing glasses today?"
Her voice was a little erratic.
"Well, does it look good?" Hanyu Kusunoki supported himself on the cooking table with one hand, trapping the person between his arms, and his other hand had already reached under the hem of the maid's outfit, with his fingertips sliding across the lace edge of the stockings.
Mingmei's pupils reflected the blue light flowing on the lenses.
As she watched, she picked up another shrimp and prepared to continue removing the shrimp thread, but she ignored Hanyu Nan's messy hands: "Young master wears glasses... very gentle..."
"Just being polite?" Hanyu Kusunoki deliberately used his knees to push open the hem of her maid skirt. His movements became bolder, and his fingertips had already hooked the elastic band of her garter stockings.
Normally this posture would be enough to make Mingmei jump up in shame, but the little maid's cheeks just blushed slightly, her eyes were still bright, and she showed no sign of resistance.
"Like a university professor..." She even took the initiative to get closer to observe the frame, her eyes full of curiosity, and asked curiously: "This pair of glasses... was originally placed in the third drawer of the study? I remember when I was dusting..."
Hanyu Kusunoki raised his eyebrows - the hypnotic effect of the mirror flower and water moon was more overbearing than expected.
He pinched her chin with his fingers stained with seafood juice: "Now I want to taste my little maid here, okay?"
"Eh? But lunch......"
Mingmei's logical thinking was still struggling, but she didn't think anything was wrong. When Hanyu Kusunoki bit her earlobe, she suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Ah! Master, you want to try sashimi, right?"
In her perception, Hanyu Kusunoki was picking up a piece of salmon sashimi with chopsticks.
But actually——
"The sashimi is really fresh." Hanyu Kusunoki commented, licking his lips.
"Fuck-"
The butter in the pan suddenly burst into golden sparks.
He withdrew his fingers, which were shining with crystal water. With a thought, the out-of-control fire immediately shrank back into the stove eye obediently, and the spatula automatically flipped the caramel-colored strips.
The maid's legs were weak but she was still arranging the dishes carefully: "Would you like wasabi sauce?"
"Of course!"
Hanyu Kusunoki simply laughed as he carried her to the cooking table, and pushed open her skirt with his knees: "By the way, I'll teach you how to handle... juicy shellfish."
"boom!"
The kitchen door was suddenly pushed open.
"Sister, you see..." Miyano Shiho's voice stopped abruptly.
The brown-haired beauty who had transformed back into her adult form stood by the door, her long legs under her white coat still maintaining the rhythm of her vigorous pace in the laboratory.
She looked at her sister, whose clothes were in disarray on the cooking table, and Hanyu Kusunoki, who was burying his head in her sister's neck, and just held her forehead calmly, as if the scene in front of her was nothing worth making a fuss about.
Shiho raised an eyebrow, a sweet smell that didn't belong to seafood lingering on her nose. She asked in a normal tone, "Are you... developing new dishes?"
“Would you like to join?” Hanyu Kusunoki waved the non-existent cookbook, “It just so happens that we’re talking about… sauce preparation.”
In Miyano Shiho's view, Hanyu Kusunoki was handling salmon wearing rubber gloves while her sister was preparing the sauce.
Although the two people were standing a little close, it was completely suitable for a cooking teaching scene.
"No, Bobo and Yingying are fighting again. I'll go and stop them." Shiho shook her head and suggested, "Next time when you develop dishes, remember to keep the room ventilated, otherwise the high temperature in the kitchen will affect the freshness of the ingredients."
After saying that, he really turned around and left, even considerately closing the door.
Looking at this scene, the corners of Hanyu Kusunoki's smiling mouth rose little by little, and he felt a little panicked. If Ai knew the truth later, he would probably be bitten to death, right?
He looked down at Mingmei who was still "learning cooking" in his arms.
The little maid was unconsciously rubbing her legs against his waist, muttering: "The heat... must be kept at medium heat..."
"Now it's time to teach you how to... collect the juice."
Hanyu Kusunoki took away the lemon squeezer she was holding.
At worst, I can let Xiao Ai take a few more bites, no need to panic.
Time passed little by little.
When Shiho, who had just finished mediating the quarrel, passed by the kitchen again, she heard her elder sister's tearful "food tasting review" from inside. She frowned and glanced at the closed frosted glass door, vaguely seeing two overlapping figures... cutting vegetables?
"Really... cooking can be so noisy." The genius girl shook her head, sat down on the sofa, and started reading today's fashion newspaper, but she was a little absent-minded.
However, she couldn't concentrate at all, and her eyes kept drifting towards the kitchen unconsciously.
"Strange..." she muttered to herself, "Why do I remember seeing my sister's stockings hanging on the kitchen counter..."
As soon as this thought came to her mind, a reasonable explanation immediately popped up in her mind - her elder sister must have put it there when she was sorting out her newly bought stockings.
Yes, that must be the case.
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(Sorry, sorry, I took a day off yesterday. ·′ˉ`(＞▂＜)′ˉ`·.
I have a severe cold and headache, and I even suspect that I have run into the world of Detective Conan. Yesterday, it was almost 30 degrees, and a strong wind suddenly dropped the temperature to almost below zero...)